Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-08-28

Norway. Professors of universities wrote
to Mrs. Sterling, and their communications
were eulogistic Of OLE Swenson. Then
some English people, nothing less than q
lord and his son, wrote expansively about
ole. They had known him as boy and
q man. Az for Olle's father, what the Old
English gentleman wrote of him was most
touching. Norway and saimon-ishinS
had lost half their charms now that one
was gone; and as for Giles honesty and
integrity, all that was fully vouched for.
More than that, Lady Elenor sent to Ole
Swenson's .fIReee some handsome jewelry.
The lady wrote she had never been to Nor
way, but that her husband and her son
oftea talked to her about that excellent
Norwegian lad, and that Ole Swenson was
yery dear to her, because her son, having
met with an accident while hunting, owed
his life to Giles nursing. Giles uncle
wrote too. Business was prosperous. de
was childless. Wasn't Ole 10 be his heir?
Ole knew that well enough. Why had
he gone, then, TO America? Were there
nicer girls in America than in Gamle
Norge? land Norway. He must suppose
so. Anyhow, he was glad Ole was going
TO he married. The Swensons, every one
of them, had been decent people. He had
no family pride, still it was something for
folks to know that there were SwensoDs
buried in old Trondbjen church.
"Ahp' said Ole, when he translated
that portion of the letter to Mary, "the
yeriest old klip-fish of an aristocrat that
ever lived, and as proud as can be! You
can have no idea with what scorn just such
an old fellow as my good uncle looks down
on the rest of the human race who do not
happen to Swensons. The Bernadotts are
interlopers to-day to my uncle Lars Sven
sons. / left Norway because / had an
awful row with my uncle"
and pray. Mr.. Swenson, what was the
occasion of this row?' inquired Mary.
because he wanted me to marry rich
Bergen girl, a cousin. He had selected
her for me, and so ran away. didn't
behave badly. The lady liked somebody
else. All! / knew what was coming. ms
will interest you. What is the price OF
cold pressed cod-liver oil? And give me,
too, that new-fangled way they have IN
the United States of putting up goldfish.
You were Ounce, Ole Swenson, to leave
me. You thick-headed BOBBY you, don't
YOU know that some day what is mine will
be yours?"
Summer had come again, and wedding
days were suggested and not accepted,
until at last Ollie Swenson lost patience.
Ole had been absent a week. 1t is deci-
dedly distressing to state that Ollie smelled
of paint when he came back.
"The smack has been entirely rettted,
Mary, and you and your aunt and Julia
are to sail in her tomorrow, and Blueman
is to have charge of her. Will you come,
Mary?" :
ayes, Ole, since aunt aud Julia have
consented"
"We won't get on board at the Fulton
dock, but at slip higher up, Mary; and
it will be an early start, so that we may
reach Stamford before nightfall, " said Ollie.
The Josieanna never looked more beau
tiful. In the cabin was huge bunch OF
roses. To correspond with the general
elegance, Captain Blueman wore white
shirt with prodigiously high collar. Mrs.
Blueman was on board too, in the smart
est and most cracking of purple silks.
Tom was there, looking very warm, as If
he had been working very hard over his
cooking stove.
This looks, Ole, like rehearsal OF the
FERGUS Point incident, less Captain Brill"
said Mary, with happy smile.
"The wind will hold, Mary, and STAN
Ebrd will be reached, and, Mary, there
will be clergyman there, and there is to
be the most quiet and simple ofceremOnies,
and then we leave on the smack your aunt
and Julia, who will come back to New
York, and Ole Swenson and his wife will
take little trip by themselves.
"a sailors wedding, Ole? ltlooks like
L. And is it to be surprise? But it is
not, Ollie Swenson. How you suppose my
iress could have been fitted unless knew?
knew. Now, Ole, come forward and
talk to me. Pray sing for me-"
Dear, my voice is cracked. Bawlipg
put orders in northwesters has spoiled it."
"Then play for me. know where your
violin ISL aud Mary went below.
ooh! ohw said Ollie, joyously, as he
opened a violin case. "Why, it's my dear
Did violin, all the way from Norway! the
blessed old instrument my father owned!
the one he taught me on! Did you ruin
yourself to buy it, Nary"
"No. l expressed desire to buy it; l
had heard you talk about it. wrote to
your uncle, and he found it, and presented
it to me, and now give it to you"
Then Ole went foJ ward, Mary follow
ing. She leaned against the folds of the
lib, and Ole played for the woman he was
to marry as he never played before. The
rest of the party were too discreet to follow
the two.
The breeze was humming one, and
Blueman at the wheel let the Josieanna
have free sheet. The high collar was too
much for him. Gradually it wilted. Then
he took off his coat.
"It's burned nonsense, Mrs. Blueman,
expecting of me to hold on to her when
she's Announcing this here way. Here,
old gal, take away these fancy trimmings,
and bring me up one of Giles jerseys. In
this here rig Pm worse of than in strait
Jacket"
And Mrs. Blueman said: "You never
had no manner anyways, Jake Blueman;n
hut she did as she was bid.
"Qh, it was the biggest thing you ever
seed" said Tom, few days afterward
''Ju.t the prettiest bride that ever was.
Old Blueman gave Ole away-that's what
they call it-and, boys, the bride she kiss
ed me. baked the cake, and put on it
in sugar an NJ and an o, with From your
Devoted Friend Tom Nobody was in
the church but our party. All the boys
was there. The fellows didn't know, 30
they was surprised, but was in the secret.
But, say, | heard that Giles going to
leave us, and shouldn't be surprised if
it's true. They do say he's got berth as
second officer on passenger steamer. Tell
you what, boys, there's no use talking:
music did that business for Ole Swenson.
He was the bulliest fiddler in the whole
leet. He ketched his gal that way off
Fergus Pint"
THE END.
Tales of an Absent Midded Person.
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